What if I Could Speak to Pluto?

Imagine a universe where the ninth planet of our solar system could finally understand the intricacies of human humor. No more awkward silence during intergalactic diplomatic meetings.

I'd ask Pluto, "Dude, what's up with the whole 'we're not really a planet' drama?"

Pluto: "Hey, I'm just trying to get some space, man. I've been classified as a dwarf planet for, like, 80 years now. It's getting old."

I'd respond with, "Well, I guess that's what happens when you're 14th in line for a decent telescope upgrade."